2001 Lyrics

           All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
 
      Instructions to this game is instinct mixed with knowledge
 I'm a playa in this game and i know that from college, eyes open focused
 scopin' out the scene, watch the gangsta hataz closest, they worse that dope
 fakes, I hope thing get better for you, cuz I'm gon' make things get better
 for me, keep it doggystyle hottest thing out tha LB, LLG, DPG, by the sea, we
 ride at high tide, the east is my side, let me tell you, come on that's my
 voice it's recordable, that plan you got aint gon' work you better audible,
oh
 yes I'm fresh, I expire from exsistince with assistance, I proceed supplyin'
 you wit what you need, no room for greed, let it go around and when it come
to
 you, don't bite off more than you can chew, respect tha game and the game
will
 respect you back, game is life, life is struggle, with obstacles to juggle,
so
 if you drop a tas that's fragile as a crystal, will you git made and go pull
 out yo' pistol, or will you be man and pick up all the pieces, and put 'em
 back together and remain tougher than leather, as for me, I'm tryin' to keep
 it real dog, all i wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
 
 just keep it real dog, all I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce ya'll
 (Repeat 2x)
 
 t-bleed hold up shake 'em raw, fly gee boyz and all ya' hood rat girls, pound
 puts it down all around the world, best pick of tha litta, LB young nigga, I
 aint solo on part, I bark when it gets dark, bitches in heat we tear the beat
 up, uh, on the microphone I bury the bone, always strayz, try to follow me
 home, uh, to get the poopa scoopa why, they droppin' dookie, I'm steppin' on
 shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe see, I'm smashin' full breaded, wit' no
 leash, when I mob , I makes marks cross the street, see I'm viscous like hell
 got waggin' they tail, wit' the bow-wow LBC style, hit ya like the doggfather
 fever, I fetch paper on a receiver, go get it like a retreiver, I want em
 close enough so I can lock on em, wit the missile see, I let the doggs loose
 on 'em, check this out here man, I lick 'em sick a man's best friend, I hit
 you for ten, fleas can't sees my pack, wha, what's my name, major trick
 hittin' chicks like the doberman game, yo trippin' tryin to fuck me every
 since a young pup, run a cat up a tree, nigga this DPG
 
         (CHORUS)
 
   They say, once upon a time in the land that I loath, it was all about dope
 and pistol smoke, I packs me a heavy caliber, 38 revolver, weed out, DP'ed
 out, GC'ed out, oh did you not know, snoop wit' the 4-4 knockin at ya' do' ,
 need a passion for smashin' and mashin' the masses, knockin' niggaz like
 cashes, doggpound gangsta' assassin, it's like in the action, cuz they be
 cashin' my own zone, we know from blastin', bustin', no need for discussion,
 we don't discuss, we stay close as ten inches then bust, close enough to
touch
 then rush, claimin' radical and get clutch, the doggz to the dime like killa
 colion', for the d-o-double-g, cuz these niggaz long gone >>